The artist in thee
- Thread starter Labyrinth
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NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I dont wanna be crazy! Maybe if I go to bed it'll go away...Labyrinth said:
Well I guess here's some links to my art, I post all my stuff on deviantart.com anyway but what the hell right?
http://inkydisaster.deviantart.com/art/Blind-Dates-106099090
http://inkydisaster.deviantart.com/art/Metalhead-99365430
http://inkydisaster.deviantart.com/art/Death-Valley-113726435
http://inkydisaster.deviantart.com/art/Blind-Dates-106099090
http://inkydisaster.deviantart.com/art/Metalhead-99365430
http://inkydisaster.deviantart.com/art/Death-Valley-113726435
A friend had a request and before I got started I thought Id make a joke about her well...shapely behind.
She wanted to be a warrior goddess
She wanted to be a warrior goddess
For ages, all I photographed was wildlife and landscapes. But recently, I've been doing portraits and people in general.
Here's a few from last weekends Band shoot, taken during filming for a new video.
Here's a few from last weekends Band shoot, taken during filming for a new video.
I went for a ride this evening and took along my camera. I maanaged to ride down the footpath, past the chickens, dog walkers and twitchers, until I found a perfect place for a self portrait!
This shot also involved whats known as 'strobing', the use of an external flash, off-camera.
This shot also involved whats known as 'strobing', the use of an external flash, off-camera.
That bike is pretty. Really pretty. Does it purr?Private Custard said:I went for a ride this evening and took along my camera. I maanaged to ride down the footpath, past the chickens, dog walkers and twitchers, until I found a perfect place for a self portrait!
This shot also involved whats known as 'strobing', the use of an external flash, off-camera.
And on the photograph, the bit of face that's visible through the visor seems a little out of whack with the rest of it. If you have photoshop or something similar it may be worth blacking that out to get the feel of the shot perfect.
I wouldn't say 'purr', it's more like Thor gargling firecrackers and rocks, it really is a beast! I can be heard for a couple of miles!Labyrinth said:That bike is pretty. Really pretty. Does it purr?Private Custard said:I went for a ride this evening and took along my camera. I maanaged to ride down the footpath, past the chickens, dog walkers and twitchers, until I found a perfect place for a self portrait!
This shot also involved whats known as 'strobing', the use of an external flash, off-camera.
And on the photograph, the bit of face that's visible through the visor seems a little out of whack with the rest of it. If you have photoshop or something similar it may be worth blacking that out to get the feel of the shot perfect.
The visor did bother me as I thought it was darker than that. I tried lowering the exposure on that part, but it didn't look right, too fake. The flies that are covering it are catching their own light from the flash, so to mess with each one when altering it would be painful. I decided to leave it as it's pretty faint.
Now if I were the Stig, I'd insist on fixing it!
A bit of prose, inspired by reading about a BNP ex-minister or some such who said that rape was like force-feeding chocolate cake. Bit of an appropriation on the idea of that as adapted in a blog.
This isn't written from personal experience. It uses a lot of what I've had related to me by close friends who have gone through rape.
Mango sorbet is wonderful. Or it used to be. I haven't had it in a while. Used to take great pleasure in sharing a cone, or a bowl, with my boyfriend. After we broke up I spent a few evenings eating sorbet with people I knew as acquaintances. It still tasted great, even though the atmosphere was different. Still melted on my tongue and made me coo with pleasure.
Then one night at a party I slipped up. Someone offered me lime sorbet and I turned it down. It's not as good, you see. Not to me anyway. I only said I didn't like lime flavour so I should have been clearer.
I wish I'd been clearer.
A few drinks later I woke up in a room with the Icecream Man and a few of his friends. I can't count how many. One had a scoop out and was smearing mango sorbet over my mouth. The cold made my teeth ache, my brain ache. It wrapped around me like a wet blanket and constricted. They were all so big standing around the bed. I couldn't talk because my lips were frozen. I couldn't tell them I was scared, that it hurt my teeth because it was so cold. Frozen.
One shoved a cone of sorbet into my mouth. It splintered, sharp little edges biting into my gums to make me bleed. He wouldn't stop. I choked on it as the scratches oozed blood. Oh god, oh god. My eyes stung with tears as I fought to breathe past my icy windpipe. It felt like I'd inhaled a whole scoop of sorbet which clung to the inside of my lungs. So cold.
My lips split, one gouged by a further shove of the cone when it was struck by a metal scoop. And struck again as they packed more sorbet into me. I couldn't taste the mango through the blood any more.
The Icecream Man and his friends took turns to force more sorbet into me. It was all I could do to swallow rather than choke. I just wanted them to empty the tub and be done.
I vomited most of it up afterwards, cones, blood and all. I was so ashamed. Why didn't I just say no? Scream it? Fight?
The next day saw me go through an entire tube of toothpaste and half a bottle of mouthwash. It hurt, but it helped. Somewhat. I could still taste the residue no matter how much I scrubbed or garbled and spat. It clung to my teeth like glue, and it felt like my whole head was on fire. It wouldn't go away.
Two years on and I can't stomach mango sorbet. My chest goes tight every time I smell it, or see someone eating it. Please don't feed me again.
Then one night at a party I slipped up. Someone offered me lime sorbet and I turned it down. It's not as good, you see. Not to me anyway. I only said I didn't like lime flavour so I should have been clearer.
I wish I'd been clearer.
A few drinks later I woke up in a room with the Icecream Man and a few of his friends. I can't count how many. One had a scoop out and was smearing mango sorbet over my mouth. The cold made my teeth ache, my brain ache. It wrapped around me like a wet blanket and constricted. They were all so big standing around the bed. I couldn't talk because my lips were frozen. I couldn't tell them I was scared, that it hurt my teeth because it was so cold. Frozen.
One shoved a cone of sorbet into my mouth. It splintered, sharp little edges biting into my gums to make me bleed. He wouldn't stop. I choked on it as the scratches oozed blood. Oh god, oh god. My eyes stung with tears as I fought to breathe past my icy windpipe. It felt like I'd inhaled a whole scoop of sorbet which clung to the inside of my lungs. So cold.
My lips split, one gouged by a further shove of the cone when it was struck by a metal scoop. And struck again as they packed more sorbet into me. I couldn't taste the mango through the blood any more.
The Icecream Man and his friends took turns to force more sorbet into me. It was all I could do to swallow rather than choke. I just wanted them to empty the tub and be done.
I vomited most of it up afterwards, cones, blood and all. I was so ashamed. Why didn't I just say no? Scream it? Fight?
The next day saw me go through an entire tube of toothpaste and half a bottle of mouthwash. It hurt, but it helped. Somewhat. I could still taste the residue no matter how much I scrubbed or garbled and spat. It clung to my teeth like glue, and it felt like my whole head was on fire. It wouldn't go away.
Two years on and I can't stomach mango sorbet. My chest goes tight every time I smell it, or see someone eating it. Please don't feed me again.
I can play with it a bit in gimp if you'd like.Private Custard said:
That picture looks wonderfully professional! I agree with Labyrinth that it would look better with the visor darkened, more badass and all!Private Custard said:I went for a ride this evening and took along my camera. I maanaged to ride down the footpath, past the chickens, dog walkers and twitchers, until I found a perfect place for a self portrait!
This shot also involved whats known as 'strobing', the use of an external flash, off-camera.
Seriously though great picture!
Very nice. That was using Gimp you say?Labyrinth said:Private Custard said:
Enjoy.
Before I can alter my flickr uploaded shot, I'll need to master that myself. I have a rule that I have to do it all myself.
But now I know it can be done well, I'll get on it. Thank you
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